I recently heard a research report that stated being a parent doesn’t increase one’s overall happiness in life. Being the mother of a teenager, there are days that feels accurate, but I don’t think the report includes all the small moments of joy. They are sometimes hidden and we can miss them if not paying attention. In the hurried world, I can miss them.
This past week my son called and left a voicemail for me asking me to pick up materials for a class project, due the next day. I was almost home. The message ended with a sincere, “I love you mom.” Instead of being frustrated at the lack of planning on my son’s part, I hung onto the words at the end of the message. Ready to hit delete, I stopped myself and know, there will be days ahead that I will want to be reminded of these words. I feel so grateful they are spoken everyday in my home even on the difficult ones. How fortunate to be able to save them.